For @Jesse13927 and @Jim_Campbell
Hope both of your work routines get fixed and you both feel better soon!!!
For @Jesse13927 and @Jim_Campbell
Hope both of your work routines get fixed and you both feel better soon!!!
Good to hear. Sounds like your best option at this point.
So, while what I wrote the other day remains unchanged, Iām in a positive mood tonight and thought Iād share a few of the ways I am okay.
My estrogen levels have stabilized and my transition has progressed to the point where I feel more like myself than I ever have. I now see a girl reflected back at me through a quick glance in the mirrorāāheā still manages to show up, but it doesnāt have anywhere near the disastrous effect on my psyche it once did.
Works been great, except the pay, but I am probably going to be getting insurance, so . I work for a few small businesses, effectively operated by the same people. When I started the first of the jobs, it was going to be something temporary. I then picked up some extra hours at the owners other business, which was followed by, technically, a third job. It sounds like a lot, but it really just amounts to a full time job. The owners are accepting, even though Iāve never actually told them Iām trans ( They do know ).
Iām slowly making friends; finding it much easier to communicate with people. Iām still very much an introvert, but struggling less.
And inebriation ends that train of thought.
Is that not the whole point of inebriation, though? (I did add the ātā because my OCD couldnāt handle it. )
I thought that was the point where inebriation overcame @anon97585346ās thought processes (and fine motor skills).
I did too. Thatās why i āfixedā it. Also because funny.
Casey Jones, you better watch your speedā¦
I love that song!!!
Now itās stuck in my headā¦
I am far from OK.
in the last 48 hours we have had 6 people murdered at a school and right wing arseholes try to make it all about us.
I expect the next step is to further blame us by accusing us of making it all about ourselves.
Paul OāGradyās death is another gut punch. we lost another person who knows how to fight against this hatred.
Iāll survive, but itās hard.
I have nothing else to offer, other than we will do what we can when we can where we are with what we have.
Putting in my notice at work over the next few days. Retooling my life, and trying something different. Terrified, mildly hopeful.
Good luck!
Thatās exciting, congratulations and good luck!
Okay, deep breath.
My dad is 86.
Heās been out of breath for a week, complaining of chest pains - āItās not my heart, I know what that feels likeā.
Heās got pains in the back of his arms, too, which he finally confessed to on Tuesday.
Heās a stubborn old goat.
I put my foot down on Tuesday and rang the emergency services.
Remarkably, they got to our place in the sticks in about 20 minutes, all lights and sound.
Now heās in Milton Keynes University Hospital, where A&E did his bloods and told him heād had a heart attack somewhere in the last two weeks.
He was supposed to be sent to John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford on Thursday for an Angiogram. Itās Friday night now and it still hasnāt happened. Now it wonāt happen 'til next week.
He had a quadruple-bypass when he was 50 - surgeon told him heād be good for 10 years - 36 years ago, so kudos.
Now, Iāve been to see him every day, and thereās still no sign of a transfer to Oxford.
Just as bad, thereās not even a television or radio in his room (at least he has a room to himself).
I asked him about the food - terrible.
I asked him about the tea arrangements - last cup of tea he had was with breakfast - this was 2.30pm.
He can hear the refreshments trolley doing the round in the ward, but it never seems to make it as far as his room!
So when I return tomorrow Iāll bring him a flask of black tea, a bottle of milk and a cup from home. (And a radio).
Fuckers! Heās fucking 86.
Takes breath: Neighbours have been lovely looking after small, very confused dog who now kips with me, yet in the morning will go to dadās room for his post-sleep nap.
So, basically, itās been a bit of a worrying and stressful week, and thank dog for this thread for allowing me to vent all of this out.
I genuinely feel a bit less of a knot in my chest having spewed all this out.
As thanks, here is a picture of a dog with the hump:
TL/DR
Donāt fuckinā vote Tory
Iām sorry to hear about your fatherās health, but Iām glad that you are more stubborn than he is. Please be sure to get plenty of rest to counteract all your new stress.
Hereās a hug for you and your furry kid!